Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Wings,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.